Chapter 8: The Emerald Dress

Aurora's POV

It was then that I realized that I had a death grip on his arm. "I'm so sorry", I uttered, loosening my hold. "You can squeeze me as much as you need, princess", he whispered. Trent, my father and the Alpha came into sight, making me subconsiously grip his arm again. 

"Aurora", my father's voice called out. Liam walked me over to him. "Yes Beta?", I responded, addressing him how he wishes to be. Which only seemed to piss him off. 

"Prince Liam, it's good to see you, again", Alpha Terry greeted, sticking his hand out to shake. Liam's eyes drifted down to the Alpha's extended hand before coming back up to meet his. 

"It's amazing to me that the only person from your pack who isn't required to follow wolf law, is the only one who has showed me any respect", Liam's voice was deep, as if his wolf was speaking through him. 

"Aurora is mine", Trent boldly claimed, reaching out for me. Liam pulled me out of his reach and gently moved my hair off my shoulder, exposing my neck. Goosebumps spread over my skin as his fingers skimmed my neck tenderly. 

"Doesn't look that way Venny", Liam smirked, pissing him off. Alpha Terry placed his hand over Trent's chest to stop him from charging. "You are our future King. You may dance with whoever you please", Alpha Terry bowed. 

"I know", Liam said simply. I could see the anger in Trent's eyes, as Liam pulled me away. "Will you dance with me?", he asked, pulling me onto the dance floor. "I can't promise that I'll be good at it", I chuckled. Liam pulled me close, wrapping his arm around my waist. 

I placed my hand in his and my other hand on his shoulder. "I'm perfectly okay with that, as long as I'm close to you. Just follow my lead", he dipped his head to whisper. I could feel Trent staring daggers at me. When I spotted him, he was focused on my dress. 

His fingers curled into fists by his side. 'That's not the dress I left for you', his wolf screamed at me. I flinched at the mental attack, gripping Liam's hand and shoulder tighter. 

"What's the matter, princess?", Liam uttered, letting his fingers stroke the visible skin on my lower back. I closed my eyes, zoning in on his touch, as I gently shook my head. "I'd rather you didn't lie to me, little one", he warned. 

"Trent's angry", I whispered. I didn't want to lie to him anyway. He feels like a safe place and I don't want to mess it up. "Why?", he questioned. I chuckled mundanely. "He left the most hideous dress I have ever seen on my bed, with a stupid note about honoring the pack. It wasn't even pack colors. Pack colors are silver and black. If you would've saw it, you'd understand", I huffed out. 

Liam chuckled as he dipped me down. His hand was flat on my back, his rough calloused hands warming me to my core. "I have and I do", he assured me. "So, needless to say, he's mad because you are in my pack colors", he smirked. 

My eyes grew wide. Was I? "It suits you. Which shouldn't surprise me, given your connection with nature", he grinned. I felt my face flush at his compliment. "Thank you", I smiled. He grinned as he stared over my face. 

Our feet carrying us around the floor. "You are very welcome, princess", he muttered. 

"Did you get to see the baby?", he asked gently. I perked up, happy he brought it up. My thumb traced his collar, noticing it wasn't straight. I released his hand, so that I could use both of mine to fix his suit collar. 

His hand fell to my hip, while we still swayed. "I did not. But, how did you know about that?", I asked, in a low tone. He twisted his lips as he conteplated telling me. I raised an eyebrow at him.